01x08 - Mañana de domingo

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[prison gate buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

Joxe Mari: Hey.

Come on.

Joxe Mari: "Spots."

When are you getting
out of here again?

On Saturday.

You wanna make five euros?

Well, depends on
what I have to do.

Drop a letter in the mail.

That'll be ten.

[gate buzzes]

♪

Here's one from your town.

Oh, sh*t.

He has a trucking company
next to the river,

close to my dad's garden.

I didn't know he wasn't paying.

What a b*stard.

Txopo:
So we should
start with him, right?

We already know him
and he's easy to locate.

Joxe Mari:
First we have to see
where he goes,

at what time,
with who and all that.

Maybe you don't like the idea.

Maybe since he's from your town,
it changes things for you.

You out of your mind or what?

I don't care
where the enemy's from,

and I don't care if he's family.

If we have to hit him,
we hit him.

Yeah.

[dog barking]

I was in that house
all the time when I was a kid.

I won't be doing
the surveilling.

The whole town knows me
so it'd be too risky.

Okay, let's leave.

♪

Jose Mari:
Go in and ask for Patxi.

He's the bartender.

If he's not there, just leave.

I'll wait for you here.

Okay.

[pop music playing in distance]

[indistinct conversations]

[car doors close]

[inaudible]

All done.

Patxi's the f*cking boss, huh?

What a f*cking badass.

Start the car.
You can tell me on the way.

He's getting us a place
to crash in town.

[engine starts]

[thunder rumbling]

[softly]: "Hi, Bittori.

I'm writing to you
to respond..."

[muttering]

[thunder rumbling]

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah?

-Bittori [on phone]:
He wrote me a letter.
-What?

Joxe Mari wrote me a letter.

I have to go to the cemetery.
Could you take me there?

Xabier [on phone]:
Mom, you really wanna
go to the cemetery?

Can't you see it's pouring out?

I have some important things.

I have to show it
to your father.

Xabier: Mom, please.

Look, are you going to take me

or are you going to
make me call a cab?

Fine, I'll go.

But it'll take me
an hour at least.

I still have some patients.

Bittori:
That's fine,
it doesn't matter.

- I'll wait for you.
- Great.

See you, Mom.

[hangs up receiver]

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs]

- [car approaching]
- [horn honking]

Look, there he is.

- Let's hit the road.
- Txato: Hey, there.

Bittori: Where's the nurse?

Her name's Aranzazu, Mom.

- She's not coming after all.
- Aah.

They changed her shift
at the hospital
at the last minute.

Well, okay.

Whoa, where are you
taking all this stuff?

Yeah, I already told her.
But, nothing,
she won't listen.

Boys, how could I go to Zaragoza

and not bring at least
a little bit of food for Nerea?

For Nerea
and the whole neighborhood.

- [chuckles]
- Xabier: Nerea.

Bittori:
It's not that much.
Stop teasing me, okay?

- [laughs]
- Look...

the squid I made last night,
tomato sauce, green beans too,

which, by the way,

were 280 pesetas a kilo.

- Whoa.
- Magical green beans. Must be.

Also Tolosa's baked beans
and some ground meat.

- Vacuum-packed.
- You should have
told me sooner.

Then I would have
brought a truck. sh*t.

You think our daughter's
starving or what?

Well, keep your mouth shut.

Well, why do I have to
shut up now? Good Lord.

- Because you're not her mother.
- There it is.

And because I say so. That's it.

You know, if you ask me, Mom,

I think that if we go
straight over there,

Nerea's gonna think we're there

for a cleaning inspection.

Listen, being clean
never k*lled anyone.

Yeah, Mom, but she
has two roommates.

And we can't barge
into her place as if we were,

I don't know, um, inspectors.

Ugh. I didn't say we would.

Xabier:
And what if
she has a visitor?

What do you mean visitor?

I told you she knows

we're all going since Thursday,
the whole family.

Xabier:
Yeah, yeah, maybe I wasn't clear
enough when I said "visitor."

I meant someone intimate.

What intimate visitor?
Are you insane?

- I just told you.
- [both laughing]

Listen, go mess
with someone else.

- I'm not buying it.
- Txato: There it is.

Put the radio on.
Put the radio on.

[music plays over radio]

[grunts] Oh, man.

- Bittori: Hello.
- Man: Hi.

Xabier: Hello.
Can you fill it up, please?

Sure.

[grunts, sighs]

- Want some coffee?
- Ah, no, I'm fine. Heh.

- Man: Fill it up?
- Woman: Yes, please.

Txato: Someone put
some chicken livers

in our mailbox on Friday.

I'll tell you, it was
disgusting, and stinky.

Oh, your mom didn't want me
to tell you about it

so you wouldn't worry.

If I could, I'd force
you guys to leave town.

Starting today.
As soon as we get back.

Yeah, but you can't.

I won't let them bring me down.

It's the townspeople, who else?

They're just kids. Huh?

But I'll tell you,
if I catch one,

he'll have a big story
to tell the rest.

Hey, Dad,

why don't you
bring the company here?

[scoffs]

Look at these fields,
so much peace.

It's close to the highway.

You'd be in the Basque
Country in no time.

- Why not?
- It's a bit dry out here, no?

Well, at least you'll
be able to live.

But my life is in our town.

I've got employees
and mechanics and drivers there.

I don't know anyone out here.

I'm not gonna
keep pestering you.

However, if something serious
were to happen to you or Mom,

I'd never be able
to forgive myself.

Come on, come on,
don't be such a fatalist.

Holy sh*t,
your mother was right.

I shouldn't have told you.

Man: You can pay inside.

I'll go pay.

♪

Andoni: What's up, guys?

Morning.

- You're Patxi's friends, right?
- Yeah.

The house is close by. Let's go.

Txopo:
The guy who got us
the room is an employee

at the target's company.

Joxe Mari: What's his name?

- Txopo: Andoni.
- Joxe Mari: I know him.

He's from
the pro-independence union.

This is the bedroom.
It's not very big.

It's more than enough.
It's just gonna be me here.

- I am gonna need
some keys, though.
- Take these.

Come on, I'll show you
the rest of the place, huh?

What else can you
tell us about him?

The guy doesn't have
a fixed schedule.
You can tell he's the boss.

He'll start and finish
whenever he f*ck' feels like.

One thing's for sure though.
He always drives to work.

A red Renault 21,

San Sebastian
license plate 2-7-1-1-C-F.

Patxi from the Arrano has been
paving the way for a while.

There's not
a single soul in town

that's gonna do anything
for that guy right now.

Txopo:
Andoni says he's
a g*dd*mn early bird.

He usually goes home for lunch
between 1:00 and 1:30.

At around 3:30
he goes back to work.

This Andoni guy
knows everything.

He hates the guy.

He'd do it himself
if we let him.

This fight isn't just about
k*lling someone you hate.

It's not about
destroying stuff we dislike,

because if we did,
I'd sh**t Andoni's a*s

four times right now.

I can't stand him.

Okay.

Don't get worked up.

Let Patxo explain.

Our best chance to get him

is when he comes in
or out of his house.

The first thing he does
when he leaves

is cross the street
over to the garage.

Oh, boy, that's
some insightful sh*t.

I've never seen him
walk up to his garage.

Shut up, that's enough.

He'd be vulnerable on the bridge

between his house
and the garage.

There's no way out.

It'd be super easy
to kidnap him.

Yeah, but we need
infrastructure.

Where do we put him?

Besides, he'd recognize me
with his eyes closed.

He knows my voice.

Forget that idea.

I didn't say we were
gonna kidnap him.

I just said it'd be easy stuff.

Then you should be clear.

Patxo:
Well that's where
we have to hit him,

when he comes from
or goes to work.

He hasn't missed a day
since I've been following him.

I don't know.

- I think we need to...
- What?

It's not that hard, Joxe Mari.

We do it
and we leave, that's it.

What else do you need?

[thunder rumbling]

You'll never guess
what I think about
when I see this rain.

That the rain today is just like
on the day they k*lled Dad?

How did you know that?

Are you sure you
don't want any company?

- No.
- Then I'll just wait
for you here.

As you wish, but it'll take me
at least half an hour.

♪

[pants]

I'm finally here.

You wouldn't believe
how hard it was.

[rain falling]

Bittori: Can you hear it?

This rain is just like
the day they k*lled you.

[thunder rumbling]

It's funny how
the mind works, right?

How the memories come and go.

You know, I, uh...

This morning, I was sitting,
listening to the radio.

They were talking
about Real and soccer

and those kinds of things.

And do you know what I've been
thinking about all day today?

About when we went to Zaragoza,

the whole family,
to visit Nerea.

Do you remember that?

- That was the last time...
- Nerea: Hey!

Bittori:
...the four of us
were together.

I'll buzz you in.

Txato: Hey.

- [door buzzes]
- Nerea: Coming!

- Good morning!
- Hello.

Hi, Mom.

- Hi.
- Hey.

You can leave
the bags there if you want.

Hey, there, pretty girl.

Mwah!

Come on,
I'll show you the place.

Watch out with these two.

They're gonna inspect the place
to see if it's clean or not.

- Txato: Here we go.
- Nerea: Yeah.

I'll show you my room.

I think I like
the other one better.

Yeah, but this one's
closer to campus.

Bittori: I guess.

And here is my room.

Wow, it's really nice.

Good choice on the room, sis.

And the girls who live here?

They're not here

because they visit their parents
on some weekends.

Oh, look at that.
Just like you do.

Come on, I'll show you
the rest of the place.

The living room
is right over here.

The only bummer is the TV.

It's a little old,
so it doesn't always work.

Well, it's for the best.
Less distractions.

Well, if you ever need anything,
you know who to ask.

Ah, there we go.
The same thing
we always talk about.

- What is this?
- Don't listen to her, Dad.

Thank you.

And I'll show you
the kitchen, which is awesome.

Okay.

Nerea: This way.

[indistinct chatter]

[pop music playing
over speakers]

Bittori: So...

What?

Xabier: Is this Isa's room?

Nerea: Yeah.

Hey, we should start looking
for a place to eat, right?

Oh, yeah, for sure.

The game's at 5:00 p.m.

Hey, hold on, hold on,

it's not even 12:30 yet.

I wanna swing by
Pilar's Cathedral first

to pray a little bit, okay?

Of course, of course,
Sister Bittori.

[laughter]

Is that the miraculous one, Mom?

No. No, that one's always been
the French one, Lourdes.

- Xabier: Oh, boy.
- What does this one do?

Dear Lord, what a question.

She's also miraculous, but less.

- So, like little miracles?
- [laughs]

You're so silly.

- You have it coming.
- How's that silly? It's great.

Little miracles sound great!

- Yeah, perfect.
- Yeah, it's great...

- Dad...
- I think it's great.

Oh, well...

Bittori:
Even though
you picked on me,

I still went and prayed
to the Virgin.

It's crazy.

Back then if someone told me
that just a few days later,

after seeing you in your coffin,

my faith would
explode like that, poof,

just like a soap bubble,

I wouldn't believe it.

Oh, wait. Right.
I lost my train of thought.

I have news today.

[thunder rumbling]

♪

Do what I say
and you'll be fine.

Go.

[engine starts]

Get out.

[groans]

[gasps]

[crying]

It won't be hard
to untie yourself.

But don't report
the stolen car until tomorrow

or you'll have a problem.

Hail the free Basque Country!

[engine revs]

Me or you?

I'll f*ck' do it.

[rain falling]

♪

Man [whistles]:
Stop. For f*ck's sake.

Txato:
The other one has
to move, for f*ck's sake,

otherwise this one
won't go anywhere.

Man:
You had one
f*ck' job, man.

All you gotta do is drive
that f*ck' truck.

You can't even do that!

[man yelling indistinctly]

[dialing number]

Txato: It's me.

Yes, I'm coming home.

That's why I'm calling you now.

Yeah, anything's fine.
I'm not very hungry, okay?

[hangs up receiver]

Hold on! Hold on!

Reverse, g*dd*mn it.

Come on! Come on! Go, go!

That way!

Man [on radio]:
Their luck would've
been different if...

Ah!

If they could win,
they wouldn't have to

keep explaining themselves.

[sighs]

[tuning radio stations]

- [pop song playing over stereo]
- Yeah, man.

[thunder rumbling]

[song continues]

[ominous music playing]

♪

[music on radio continues]

[song continues]

[turns off radio]

[thunder crashes]

Txato: Oh, man,
Joxe Mari, you're back.

[faintly]:
I'm so happy to see you.

I couldn't do it,
a neighbor showed up.

[engine revs]

Let's go.

[thunder rumbling]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Why don't you turn the light on?

Bittori: Because
I can see without it.

You're not gonna believe

who I just ran into
on the street.

You could go
for a whole month
trying to guess who

and you still
wouldn't get it right.

Codfish with peppers.

I saw Joxe Mari.

Did you talk?

I did.

But he didn't say a word to me.
He just walked away.

He looks just like I remember.

- He is ETA.
- Who?

Joxe Mari, who do you think?

Are you sure he wasn't
spying on you?

How could he be spying on me?

Didn't I tell you I saw him?

What kinda spying is that?

I don't know.

I just don't like
the sound of it.

Oh, come on,
don't be suspicious.

It's too bad he walked away,

because if he really is in ETA,

then we would have
someone who could

probably put us in touch
with the leaders.

And then I'd get a chance
to explain to them

what my bank accounts
really look like.

[thunder crashes]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

- Hey.
- Hmm.

Don't fall asleep
or you're gonna be late.

There's still a half hour.

Stop hustling me.

I'm doing it for your own good.

My God, it's pouring out there.

You're taking the bike?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Okay, okay, off to the mine.

Man [on radio]:
Betis 0, Las Palmas 3,

Bilbao Athletic 1,

Racing 1, Eibar 0,

Sabadell 0, Salamanca 0,

Espanol 2, Elche 0,

Figueras 3, Castilla 1,

Real Sociedad 1, Recreativo 0.

And now, the Quiniela results.

Real Madrid-Castellon 1,

Real Oviedo-Real Mallorca 2,

Atletico Osasuna-Barcelona 2,

Real Valladolid-
Rayo Vallecano...

Bittori: What time is it?

It's almost four o'clock.

What happened,
did you oversleep?

Oh, sh*t.

Bittori: Want me to make coffee?

No, no, no, this'll do.
I'm good.

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

- See you tonight.
- Bittori: Mm-hmm.

[door opens, closes]

[rumbling continues]

[bells tolling]

- [g*nshots]
- [groans]

[panting]

[Bittori gasps]

Joxe Mari: Hi, Bittori.

I'm writing to you
following my sister's advice.

[Bittori mumbling, gasping]

It wasn't me
who shot your husband,

but it doesn't matter who did,

since your husband
was ETA's target.

Bittori [wailing]: Txato...

I apologize to you
and your family.

I'm very sorry.

Someone help me!

Joxe Mari:
If I could turn
back time, I would.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Txato!

Joxe Mari:
I hope you can forgive me.

Someone help me! I need help!

Joxe Mari:
I'm already paying
my punishment.

I wish you the best. Joxe Mari.

[crying]

[wailing]

What do you think? Good, right?

[voice breaking]:
Oh, Txato, it's just...

I needed to hear
those words so badly.

I know that soon I'll be
reunited with you, but...

but now I know that
I'll arrive in peace.

Well, anyway,

you can start
warming up the grave for me

just like you warmed up the bed.

Okay?

I have to go
because Xabier's waiting.

Bye, Txato.

It's raining like crazy.

- Do you wanna go
anywhere else?
- No, no. Just the house.

Your dad says hi.

Talking to yourself
did you good, huh?

Hmm. It's comforting.

If you think I'm going crazy,

just know you might be wrong.

I didn't say that.

Oh, and by the way,
before I forget,

Txato told me to ask you

when you're planning
to get married.

He said it's about time.

Okay, Mom,
now I definitely
think you're crazy.

[laughing]

It's raining like crazy.

You won't be able
to go out today.

I think we should call Celeste
and tell her not to come.

[keypad beeping]

What should I know?

What are you talking about?

[beeping]

Joxian.

Did you know about this?

Of course.

Arantxa told me before lunch.

Why the f*ck didn't you
say anything?

What does it matter?

Isn't she telling you now?

But I was just at the jail
with him ten days ago.

And Joxe Mari
didn't say anything!

[tablet beeping]

All right.

Tell me everything you know.

[beeping]

Who else?

You?

♪

Joxian...

did you apologize
to her as well?

Yeah. And to Txato.

I went to see him at his grave.

And now I'm gonna take a nap.

[door opens, closes]

[bell tolling]

Great, Ignacio, great.

You really set me up.

Turns out I'm the bad guy
in the story after all.

Just for the record,
I don't agree.

I don't think you're doing
a good job as our patron saint.

You've been leading us astray.

Tell me, why are we
the ones to apologize?

And what about
all the GAL's killings, huh?

Did someone apologize for those?

And for the torturing
at the police stations
and headquarters.

Who apologized?

What about
the prisoners' dispersal?

Also all the pain
enforced upon our people?

No one.

[sobs]

And if what we were
doing was so bad,

why didn't you
stop us beforehand?

You let us keep going,
and it turns out

all our sacrifices were nothing.

And thousands of us Basques
in love with our culture

were just chasing wind
like a bunch of fools.

[sobbing quietly]

Come on, Ignacio,

you can do better.

Get my daughter to stand up...

get my son out of jail,

or I'll never say
a word to you again

in my entire life.

Good grief, can't you see
I'm suffering too?

♪

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

- For you.
- Flowers? Oh.

I'm not dead yet, you know?

And your husband?

Um, he's somewhere.

Bittori:
He's always somewhere, huh?

They smell good.

Too bad you didn't
bring them yesterday.

I would've given them
to your dad.

What a pity.

Finally, Joxe Mari
wrote me a letter.

That's what you wanted, right?

Bittori: He apologized.

I can die in peace now.

I saw Arantxa the other day.

It surprised me that she knew
more than me and Xabier

about your health.

Well, if a family doesn't
really communicate,

you know, you don't hear
about some things.

[groans]

I called Dr. Arruabarrena.

He said he already
talked to Xabier

and that he would tell me
everything I needed to know.

I'm still waiting for his call.

It doesn't matter.

I know what it is.

And now you show up
with the flowers...

Ah, you're quite a team,
the two of you.

The flowers
are just a gift, Mom.

I don't want chemotherapy
or anything like that, okay?

What I want is to be reunited
with your dad already.

It's about time.

And... and don't try
to change my mind, okay?

Because living
an extra year or two...

- Mom.
- ...for what?

Mom, we have to talk about...

I'm not done talking!

And sit down.

You don't have to worry
about the inheritance

because it's all sorted out.

You don't have to argue
because you both get 50%.

Also, I wanna be buried
with dad in Polloe.

Put my coffin on top of his.

And don't take off
any of my rings, please.

Oh, and put my white
wedding shoes on me.

They're easy to find.

I left them in my closet
in my bedroom.

And also, this is important,

put two obituaries
in "The Daily Basque,"

one in Spanish
and one in Basque.

But in both of them,

you make sure to keep
your dad's nickname, okay?

- Yeah.
- And I don't want a funeral.

I don't believe in God anymore.

And also, something really
important I wanna say.

Well, everything's important,

but, uh, this is above all.

Uh, if you see
the political situation
calms down,

you take us
to our town's cemetery.

And I think that's everything
I wanted to ask you about.

That's it.

Have you talked
to Xabier about this?

Come on, how could
I talk with Xabier about this?

He'd crumble.

You're a woman and
so I don't have to explain
certain things to you.

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh... [chuckles]

Miren:
Come on, I'll hold her
and you rinse her.

Celeste: Uh-huh. As always.

Miren: Okay, okay.

Come on, girl.

- Celeste: Ay, ay, ay!
- Miren: Jesus!

Let's see that neck.

Hey! Hey!

Let's see. Let's see.

- This has to come off.
- Hey.

- Oh, it's coming off.
- Hey, stop playing.

Come on, enough.

You're like children, huh?

This is not gonna end well. No.

Come on, relax.

It's all right,
don't worry about it.

- I hope not.
- There we go.

-Put her bathrobe on.

-Let's do it.
Grab that there.
-Here you go.

- Come on.
- You'll get cold.

There it is. Very good.

Come on, almost ready, huh?

Let's see. Come on, come on.

- Hold on tight, baby, okay?
- Very good. Almost there.

- One, two, three, up.
- Come on, baby.

- Up we go, up we go!
- Come on.

- [Arantxa groans]
- Very good. Come on.

- You got a good grip?
- Yep.

You good? Okay, you sure?

Okay, let's go down.

One, two, and,
three, okay, down.

And there we have it.
There we go.

Now, let's put a robe on.

That's one sleeve.

Come on, put your arm
in the sleeve.

Come on, here's the hole,
come on.

-Come on, here.
Come on, girl. Jesus.
-[Arantxa moaning]

- Help me out here.
- Arantxa: Mom.

Was it just me or...

Mom. [chuckles softly]

She said "Mom."

Twice.

Celeste: Oh, my girl.

My girl talked.

Oh, my God, you talked!

My love... [gasps]

Mom.

[sobs]

And you called me "Mom."

When you were a baby, too,

the first thing
you said was "Mom."

A lot sooner than "Dad," huh?

[all laugh]

Kitty?

Oh.

No, she's not coming back.

Kitty?

[groans softly]

[groans in pain]

[phone line beeping]

- Miren [on phone]: Hello?
- Joxe Mari: Mom.

Miren: Hi, son.

It's so late I was worried.

- How are you?
- Good.

And you?

Miren: We're very happy.

Very happy, my dear.

I, uh... I couldn't
even put it into words.

This morning
your sister said, "Mom."

Yes, yes, we could
understand her perfectly.

Maybe she'll learn
how to talk again.

Oh, wow, amazing.

Happy to hear that.

So, it's a, it's a holiday
there already, right?

Yeah, but, well, it's not
what it used to be at all.

Now all they do is
set off some firecrackers,

make noise and drink.

Ugh. I haven't slept all night.

How about you?

You... How are you?
Any news or...

Joxe Mari: Nothing.

Well, I went to
the doctor and...

and I'm having
piles surgery after all.

- It's too much.
- Miren: Oh, okay.

And are they good,
those southern doctors?

- When are you having it?
- Joxe Mari: I hope soon.

It's been so hot these days,
so it hurts like hell.

Okay, well, then
let's see if they'll let me

be with you at the hospital.

- [line beeping rapidly]
- Oh-oh, it's beeping now.

- Uh, bye, my sweetie.
- Bye, Ma.

Miren:
Hey, don't forget
to ask, okay?

- If I...
- [line disconnects]

[men laughing in distance]

[inaudible]

[peppy band music playing]

Hey, there, Bittori, aupa!

Agur, agur.

[music continues]

Father Serapio:
Let us read from
the Apostle Saint Paul

to the Corinthians.

If I speak in human
and angelic tongues,

but do not have love,

I am a resounding gong
or a clashing cymbal.

And if I have
the gift of prophecy

and comprehend
all mysteries and all knowledge,

if I have all faith...

Well, it's a great start,
Ignacio,

but I'm sure you can understand

that saying one word
and talking,

you know, actually talking,

are two very different things.

We expect a little more.

And as for Joxe Mari,
please take care
of his hemorrhoid.

That's all I ask of you,

because I get the feeling
you don't want him out of jail.

- Father Serapio: Glory to God.
- Congregation: Glory to God.

Hey, pretty ladies.

Oh, Mrs. Bittori.

Good to see you.

You won't believe it.

Today Arantxa spoke
for the first time.

It was "Mom."

Really?

You're going to make it.

You're going to walk
and talk again, you'll see.

Don't stop fighting.

Well, I have to go or I won't
make it to the bakery.

- Sure, yeah.
- You've got this, my love.

See you.

- Goodbye, ma'am.
- Bye, love.

Excuse me. Thanks.

- Woman: Aupa, Miren.
- See you later.

♪

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